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Faldain Randir is played by silver_foxglove, who claims all ownership of him as a character. I do not however, claim the art on his icons. If any artist wishes me to remove their work, I will do so gladly ( Read more... )

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Character: Faldain Randir
Fandom:OC

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[Dain flicks the communicator on, gently toweling his face with a damp cloth. His features are sharper now, his eyes a deep blueish shade rather than the normal red. He's still and elf, but he's quite obviously no Drow anymore, despite the coloring.At least there was a Blacksmith trainer here, who offered to train me. Learning to properly craft ( Read more... )

I have seen through the communicator that a blacksmith is needed. I don't claim to be one; my skills are by no means to master status, mind you. But, if a blacksmith is needed, I will step forward and offer what assistance I can until one arrives...

[His voice softens a little.Not that I would wish anyone's presence here, but if it can help at all ( Read more... )

My apologies for a rather lengthy silence. I should have warned those few who I speak with that I'm rather prone to closing in on myself for the sake of my work. It's a rather bad habit, but...

[One can almost imagine the elf shrugging helplessly.]

I suppose it doesn't matter. If I am needed...I am here.

[Faldain can be seen standing near profile to the screen, holding up the wispy silken gown with a wry sort of smile. He shakes his head, gently allowing it to rest over the back of the chair. He treats it delicately, even if he seems to have no interest in wearing it.An interesting gift...but one I don't think that I can bring myself to wear. I ( Read more... )

Has...anyone else noticed the strange red mist?

I smell roses as well...but I see none.

[Sigh.]

This place is perhaps up to its tricks once more.

Gifts for winter?

Thank you for the new clothing, whomever you are.

[Faldain can be seen sitting at the small, crude table, the remains of a stubby candle the only illumination at the moment. He seems to not be paying attention, resting his chin on his hands, red eyes glimmering against the flickering light. Rubbing at his eyes gently, he pushing his hair from his eyes, speaking softly.Well...we seem to be stuck ( Read more... )